I was dead. Holy shit. Anal porn “C’mon, asshole,” I muttered to myself, “Just do the damned job and go home.”
In the distance, there was the first rumble of thunder. Weather report says it’s going to be clear until tomorrow when another front comes in.”
I shook my head. I tried to concentrate and remember the training lectures in the event of an emergency like this. Behind me, Mitch grabbed the gear from the rear and made his way over holding on to his hat. Fifteen. I was dead. “The most important thing to a traveler in time is to merely observe and the number one rule is never ever be caught.”
I pressed a gloved hand on the left side of my padded jacket where I kept my wallet with a copy of that photo inside. “Is it okay if I go into town tomorrow and get a copy of this?” I asked her. “Gran,” I muttered, “Do you have the negative for this one?”
Gran emptied the envelope on the coffee table in front of us and rummaged around looking for the matching strip of negatives.
